Lynn's Comments: If Katie had a tricycle, I don't remember it. The town was so small, there were few sidewalks and I wouldn't have let her go too far on her own. This is really an image from my own childhood. My brother had a tricycle to which he was welded. He was on it constantly and because we didn't own a car, mom trundled us to the corner store - she and I on foot with Alan on his trike. I remember having to wait for him as he sat and watched bugs on the sidewalk or stopped to check out a parked car. It was maddening. Likewise, he would pedal like crazy down the hills and we'd have to run after him. Balancing groceries and hollering at the top of her lungs, Mom would fly at breakneck speed down to the stop sign where she'd put herself between Alan and the busy intersection ahead. It wasn't until I had kids of my own that I realized how many times we'd put Mom's life in danger as she tried to protect ours!
Lynn's Comments: I remember being about three years old and riding my tricycle down 5th Street in North Vancouver. The wheels squeaked so loudly that one of our neighbours came out and oiled them for me. Funny the things you remember!
Lynn's Comments: My mom had a wonderful flower garden. When the daffodils came out, she would cut a few fresh ones—just open. She would put them in drinking glasses and drop a bit of food colouring into the water in each one so that we had a row of coloured "vases" —each holding one daffodil. Within hours, it seemed, the daffodil petals would begin to show a tiny row of colour along the edge. In a day or so, the veins in the petals were clearly seen as the colour flowed into them. It made a beautiful and fascinating show. We did this every year. I recently showed my grandkids this little miracle and they were thrilled. There’s nothing like nature to keep you fascinated.